The slaughter spiraled so fast that the Nephralis and Varkhaal disciples were forced to abandon the ritual altogether.
Their formation broke and their chanting faltered.
They scrambled in panic. Blades and spells fired wildly as they tried to intercept the Reaper Drones.
Marie's eyes sparkled with unholy excitement.
"Oh! Oh! The next target is that Ignathar!"
Her grin stretched.
"Please let me see that snake choke on panic."
Lucien's lips twitched faintly.
He was about to agree—
When—
SNNNRRT.
A single exhale.
A single annoyed snort from the Red Dragon.
And the air changed.
The entire chamber trembled. Heat rippled across the stone. The runes flickered like fearful fireflies.
The Reaper Drones suddenly jittered mid-air.
Their wings spasmed and their cores flickered.
They dropped half a meter in an instant.
"W–What!?" Marie gasped.
Lucien's pupils narrowed.
"The Dragon's aura…"
It wasn't even a direct attack.
